Post by Aizalynn ,, Paul |Lovewell| on Dec 13, 2008 17:55:34 GMT -5
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Lee Lovewell ,,
[/font][/center]Lee Lovewell ,,
“ I've got a bad feeling about this ”
here we have the new superstar in town, Kenna.[/blockquote][/font][/color]
she's rocked for fourteen summers of love
and she's gonna be around for plenty more. She's
fromMiseryMissouri(CST) but she's calling
Newport her home now. so get used to
it, because she's not going anywhere.
one love and one life ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]Paul Michael Edmund Lee Lovewell •
nicknames • Paul, Pauly, Pauline
Species • Vampire
age • Nineteen looking, though is roughly one hundred and seventy-five.
grade & school • College Freshman
status • Wealthy, supports himself and his sister.
it gives me thrills to wind you up ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]hair • Brown, not exactly medium in length, though not exactly short either.
eyes • Bright blue, almost shaped.
height • 6'2
weight • One hundred and fifty-five
tattoos • None.
piercings • None.
playby • Chace Crawford
come on, come on let's play ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]personality • Paul is one for order and neatness. Things have to be done in an orderly fashion and on time. He's fairly calm when reacting to situations, trying to solve problems through talking instead of fighting.
Paul is very attached to his twin sister. He simply could never live with himself if something bad were to ever happen to her. He probably could not ever go a single day without seeing her, but he really doesn't have to worry about that. The two are almost always seen together, joined at the pinkie. There are only short periods of time when they are not together, and that is only when Paul himself has something he needs to do without Aizalynn... Which doesn't happen frequently.
Though the main reason for this closeness is because he doesn't want his sister going after some human boy. He doesn't "enjoy" being a vampire and doesn't think anyone else should have to witness being one.
likes • Organization, reading, writing, when his sister is happy, animal blood, cars, humans, order
dislikes • Chaos, loud noises, dogs, things not taken care of, sand, when his sister whines, to see his sister upset, people who wear visibly hole-y socks.
habits • Biting his nails, humming when bored, not fully paying attention when people talk to him, overreacting when it comes to things with his sister.
secrets • He really made himself and Aizalynn leave Vilidia's after he had found out Vilidia had wanted to kill Aizalynn so she could have Paul to himself
Paul likes seeing his sister get extremely angry at him.
He, like his sister, also fears mismatched socks.
overall goals • For Aizalynn to be happy forever Paul would cross any line, do anything for his sister to be happy for the forever that they have.
sexual orientation •Straight
invade me to the point of tears ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]father •Thomas
mother •Maryhuman, deceased of old age.
siblings • Aizalynn, seventeen(one hundred and seventy-five), student, Taylor Momsen
extended family • Vilidia, three hundred and one, vampire who turned him and his sister.
history • "Oh... Twins. How unsurprising."
That was the first words her mother said about the two the day they were born, December twenty-fourth, those one hundred and seventy-five years ago. Why so unsurprising? Mary's family had twins written all over the lines of genetics, each women in her family for years had them. The only thing different was that it was a boy and a girl this time, instead of two females.
Even from birth the two were inseparable. Always together, sharing the simple wooden toys their father had made for them, the like. In an odd way, it was like they were connected spiritually. One could always seem to tell how the other was feeling, etcetera, etcetera. Paul played more of a protector to Aizalynn, if anyone messed with her, they were sure to get a mouthful of complaints from her darling brother. Aizalynn however, didn't do that much for her twin, she just kept him company. He wasn't necessarily the best looking boy of their age and the ladies he liked often shunned him or pushed him aside, so Aizalynn comforted him in the most loving way she could without it being anything close to incest.
Truth be told, a lot of people thought they actually had been "together," just from their closeness. The two just ignored those remarks and continued on living their happy human lives throughout the years they grew up. They did sort of go on "dates" with each other, simply just walks around the area or to dinner. Though the day of their seventeenth birthday, they went out on their dinner date, though this one would be the one neither of them would ever forget.
The walk home was slightly hurried as snow fell around them, Aizalynn walking as the head of the group, her brother slightly behind her, the two joined together by right pinkie for her, left for him. They made random chatter as they walked, she would giggle every once and awhile or slide on ice and have to be pulled up by her adoring brother. Together, they were having a good time but then something unexpected and unstoppable happened.
A woman, tall, beautiful, and modelous pounced on the two, sending them flying into a darkened alleyway. They were tied together and gagged with some sort of cloth, and while the two panicked, they stayed connected by their pinkies. And then it was dark. Darkness was all that could be seen and felt as they were dragged off to the pouncer's underground house and placed upon a cold metal table.
The next clearest memory of this event was the burning from the inside out. Paul had wanted to scream,"Just kill me now please," but kept in as if he were letting his sister know he was strong enough to hold it in and they would live. And they did. After the third day of burning, he started to gain feeling in his fingers and toes, wondering if Aizalynn would has well. Paul decided to test it, and squeezed their still adjoined pinkies, hoping she would feel it. When he got a slight squeezing response back, he wanted to get up and dance with joy.
On the fifth day, the burning was over for the both of them, their eyes opened both at the same time. Grinning at each other, happy to see the other once again, they embraced tightly, when the woman who attacked them five days ago appeared from the shadows and inched toward the two. An unhappy snarl came from Aisalynn's throat and that had shocked Paul, but he continued to watch the woman like a hawk in case she were to try and go after his sister.
"Calm down sweets, I ain't gonna hurt you,"the woman said to the both, and she explained what had happened.
Vampires? That was certainly different. That the woman, Vilidia, was simply lonely and wanted a few companions to be with after one hundred and twenty-six years of loneliness, and it just so happened to be that she had chosen Aizalynn and Paul to be those two. All the twins had to do was tell their parents they were moving into their own house and they'd see them later. They however, did not come back, they lived under Vilidia's "vegetarian" wing. The two inherited everything their parents once owned after their death.
For the next one hundred and seventy-three years they lived in that underground home with Vilidia. Though at that one hundred and seventy-three year mark, Paul decided that it was time for him and Aizalynn to leave Vilidia, though they promised a visit that they probably would never make. For a year, the twins searched for their own place to live and settle down for at least a little while because they were not growing physically.
They stumbled upon Newport where there was little sun... They decided to buy a house and live there... Now what?
our work is never over ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]Group • Undecided.
rp sample •Masakuzu
A head full of light blue hair wisped around a young woman's face hiding most of her sapphire blue eyes that were decorated by random flicks of turquoise and gold. Masakuzu had faked her own death, was successful... She did not know however what would become of her love afterwords. If Masa had known, she might have regretted the decision.
A blue cloth-covered hand rubbed her forehead slightly, a headache building in her brain... Something just told her trouble was brewing in her path. It probably wasn't so smart of her to just be out wondering around just after pulling her vanishing act... But she give a shit right now anways... Something today had just pissed her off, and she didn't know why. Her perfectly plucked eyebrow twitched as she scratched her ear, earing commotion from a small spot away.
If she wasn't so near-sighted she might have been able to see a man's outlining, and more... A familiar duck shaped haircut seemed to float into her mind so suddenly, causing a small laugh to roll off the tip of her tongue. Masa just could never seem to get that slightly odd acquaintance out of her mind, though she would admit, it was kind of funny. Crazy too. Suddenly and randomly, her most embarrassing moment of her life replayed in her mind.
"No, no, no! It is all of my fault! I was busy, uh... Thinking,"she said, not wanting to actually state her real reason for she had just calmed her blushing, only a light pink color as she helped his clean up the tea, as her hand rest atop of his.
The pink deepened, however, it wasn't red,"Um... I'm Masakuzu... And I... Oh, how do I put this? Uhm..."
She couldn't seem to put her emotion into words, as she just kind of stood there, with her hand on his for some time, as she studied his hair. With her right free hand, her pointer finger finger nudged his chin up, body bending over the counter slightly, her lips brushing against his, as her cheeks warmed yet again. The elder pairs watched them, as a few of them sighed happily. She heard an elder woman sigh and mutter something about how cute young love was, which made her face turn bright. She kissed him again, hoping he wouldn't reject her.
By now, even though she seemed to be spacing out, her face was at least fifty shades of red, actually going well with the color choice of her new clothing and hair color. She immediately snapped out of her day-dreaming state of mind as she felt herself falling down at a sickening pace from the pillar she had been standing on top of. Masa's first intention was to scream, but she couldn't find the will to do such.
Fortunately for her, she turned herself so she was kind of, sitting up, so she'd walk away with a broken tail-bone, which was painful, but it would be better than every bone in her body being bruised and broken now wouldn't it. Her sapphire pools closed as she was about to land on the ground when she landed on something. That something broke her fall, but when she saw what it was... Well, it was odd.
A dead, lifeless body. Of course she didn't panic, she was an sort-of ex-medic-nin. She'd seen dead bodies before... It didn't change how odd it was. Her eyes shifted around, seeing many other dead bodies of shinobi and regular civilians... Must've been an attack of anger or a massacre of sorts.
Well no duh, Masa!
She stood up, wiping off her behind before she looked around. Follow the trail of dead people. Fun, fun. Something told her it might not be a smart idea, but Masa would admit she wasn't the sharpest senbon in the pack. She wondered who could have done such a thing to most likely innocent people.
"Why...?"
Masakuzu could tell she was getting closer because she heard a voice.
"Why..."
The blue haired woman could identify the voice as a woman's, hearing cement crumble, as Masakuzu mumbled her breath,"Damn... Whatever that was, it must've hurt like hell."
Her eyes traced over to the woman now as she continued to move forward, sighing... She would have to bury these people later... It would be the nice thing to do... She continued walking the path as she soon caught up to the person in charge of those deaths.
Duck hair...
"Fuck no... Just fucking hell no,"she muttered under her breath, her eyes closing.
